The   Train   Is    A   Dashing    Arrow 
 Over              The               Sea. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 Look    Closer   -   It'S   Not   Water. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 The Lowland Which Was  Once The  Midriff 
 Of  Sweden.  The  Salt  Flats  Span  For 
 Hundreds Of  Miles. From  A  Narrow Line 
 Of  Hills The  Train Lowers Itself  Onto 
 The  Crystals  And Shoots North, Like  A 
 Syringe       Into       A       Baloon. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 They  Call It  The "Mandelbrot  Crater", 
 And It Is The Rest Of A Mining Disaster. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 Sun Hits  The  Four-Railed Track,  As It 
 Fractures  Into Villages  Or Past  Them. 
 The  People  Here  Are  Pale  But Crisp, 
 Reflections    Of   Some   Other   World 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 They Always  Seem A Bit Annoyed That You 
 Are   Manifesting  Them   Into  Physical 
 Form. Like If  You  Weren'T  Here,  They 
 Would  Be  Nothing  More  Than  The  Sun 
 Against           The           Platform